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1 The Old Orchard on Wed Jan 22, 2014 2:45 pm

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Remnants of a great orchard kept by Twolegs, this great orchard has nearly every kind of fruit avaliable making it rich with possums, birds and the like.

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26 Re: The Old Orchard on Sun Sep 18, 2016 12:43 am

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It had been a peaceful walk, the rich smells of greenleaf had been enjoyed, the interesting sounds had also amused her, having left the mountains of Sunclan behind for now her silver eyes looked around the old orchard. Silver couldn't help but wonder what this place would have looked like back when two-legs had lived here, now their nest was empty and crumbling the only thing left of their legacy was stone walls and fragrant fruit trees that had managed to survive their masters disappearance. It invited her to consider what the territories would look like if the clans suddenly disappeared, would their cave bear witness to having lived there? It was fruitless to wonder on such nonsense, it was like spinning a yarn, her stomach growled reminding the warrior that she hadn't had some good tucker since before the border patrol. Looking around and not spotting anything really worth catching a soft sigh escaped her jaws, however it was probably best she didn't 'hunt here anyways it was bad enough most of the loners and rouges hated them for 'stealing' the land that was now the clans territories. So instead the black and silver creature followed one of the crumbling walls and stretched selecting a spot to sit and relax, she gently scratched one of her healing wounds the feeling of skin knitting together to heal her quite itchy.


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27 Re: The Old Orchard on Sun Sep 18, 2016 2:02 pm

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When the dust settles one would expect a certain level of clarity to return to the world. After the chaos that had tugged and torn at the corners of peace, the imbalance would cease to be and the world would return to its rightful state - a state of calm, balance and understanding. But Lilysong understood very little of what was going on in her head at that moment. Barkstripe had adhered to join her soon after she had left camp, asking politely if she didn't mind his company but making it clear that it was rhetorical and that he fully intended to accompany her either way. Lilysong didn't really mind his being there, after all, it was not the company she wished to escape, but rather the environment; the camp had since become synonymous with negativity in her mind, the stench of blood lingering in its very bones and invoking nausea and discomfort in the female. Soon, she was sure, the place that she called her home would regain its familiar atmosphere, but as of the moment Lilysong couldn't bare the sight of such pain.
Silence had accompanied the two wolves for the large majority of the journey, Lilysong's attention to Barkstripe falling wretchedly poor as she tried to process much of what had happened in the past few months. She felt a niggling guilt for neglecting his company so - a fact that she would apologise for later on - but sometimes silence was needed and she was hopeful that Barkstripe would understand. Greenleaf had warmed the the air and breathed life into the very spirit of the earth, inviting flowers to bloom and animals to rejoice in the fruitful harvest of luscious berries and other delightful treats to be found in the surrounding forest. Lilysong cast a small smile in Barkstripe's direction as the trees finally parted to reveal a wide expanse of grass containing a sea of vibrant flowers basking in the midday sun - this had been exactly what she had been looking for. Lilysong closed her eyes in order to fully immerse herself as she took a deep inhalation of the summer air, soaking up the scents of fresh flowers, clear air and... SunClan? Her eyes flew open in alarm and she looked over at Barkstripe, searching his face for any sign that he too had noticed anything odd. "Do you... You don't happen to smell SunClan scent, do you?" She queried, desperate to hear him contradict her. Perhaps she was just being paranoid. It could easily have been the scent of her own fur where she had not properly washed herself after her last rather intimate encounter with the SunClan patrol. Her own eyes failed to detect any obvious signs of disturbance within the clearing itself, but there were many places a wolf could hide in these territories and Lilysong didn't trust her own senses, especially when considering the state her mind was in.


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28 Re: The Old Orchard on Mon Sep 19, 2016 1:43 am

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The walk was fairly quiet, a comfortable silence. He chose not to fill it with more white noise; Lilysong was still turning over Sunclan's heady outburst and he understood the sudden drop in adrenaline left one empty and pensive. But his Gut-- he may very well just start giving code names to every organ and appendage-- knew it was something more. He knew staying anxious for too long frayed nerves and lead to more moping around which just send him into a vicious cycle of gawking and nothingness, but everyone was different, he wasn't a mind reader, and he'd known Lilysong long enough that she would speak only when she felt when she was ready. He knew she was responsible enough, and he definitely didn't want to start that conversation. He didn't want to hover like a nagging queen, and he had an inkling of how emotionally stunted it would end up being--

He was granted sudden reprise, Lilysong gave him a sunny smile which he returned with a third of the enthusiasm.

-- But for Starclan's sake something was eating at her; was it Swiftspirit? Sunblaze? Softpup? Nightingale--?

He turned his head up again as words filtered through the summer breeze. "Do you... You don't happen to smell SunClan scent, do you?" He blinked, momentarily caught off guard before taking a whiff himself. "I don't...." He began, returning to eye Lilysong doubtfully; she had a pinched expression and her gaze wavered a bit. He pressed his lips together, deciding she was being paranoid and need comfort in some form. "Uh-huh." Barkstripe knew the feeling. "It doesn't hurt to go check the perimeter." He said, turning to leave before freezing and turning back to Lilysong with a question in his eyes. "Or do you want to..?" He began, unable to finish the thought.



OOC: An alternate ending if you'd like? Just let me know. Or anything really, like him actually smelling Silver idk


"Go and look through the ruins." He moved to leave before absently adding, "Don't worry about it, it's probably nothing." The female would be more at ease in the open space; it was how Windclan lived. Barkstripe decided to root through the trees and brush, circling the orchard, suddenly coming to the realization that this was some clever scheme to be alone. Of course there was Sunclan scent-- and it was mostly all over her. He grumbled privately, but understood her needs so he began to search thoroughly, overachieving in both the worst, and the best ways possible.


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29 Re: The Old Orchard on Mon Sep 19, 2016 7:02 pm

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It had been so peaceful, Silver had felt comfortable and relaxed away from the worries of clan life, she was quite relaxed by nature and normally wasn't someone to loose her  temper. It was why she had come here, to truly be awy and to find some peace and beauty in he world. Her moment of tranquility and inner peace was disrupted by a pair of voices tha were fainly familiar, her silver eyes opened, what did they want now? Man they probably came here to bonk in private the silver and black she wolf thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. She remained where she was, not planning to move, after all she was in the clear here, she'd already put the battle at the border behind her. It sounded like they were going to spread out and look for her, hopefully it wouldn't lead to another confrontation, they were quite tiring and boring. She didn't quite feel like moving her booty from where it had been parked, instead she began softly humming to herself, when one of the wolves finally revealed themselves she stopped her laid back music and spoke “G'day Trev” she greeted with a slightly jovial tone to her voice. Not worried a back paw lifted and her head lowered, the paw scratching behind her ear, lowering it back down she returned to her previous position. “What can I do ya for?” she queried, she didn't really believe that they would have come here for the same reason as herself, she was quite different and well odd from the rest of her clan mates. So she half wondered if they were here hunting or something along those lines.  


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"uh yeah.. gidday"
"She'll be right mate"
"A few logs short of a barbie"
"The world could use more Aroha"
"You're fluffin' about like an old chook!"
"up the boohai shooting pukeko's with a long-handled shovel"
"I've been internalizing a really complication situation in my head"


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30 Re: The Old Orchard on Wed Sep 21, 2016 5:39 pm

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Lilysong was glad that Barkstripe had opted to take heed of her words and hadn't absentmindedly dismissed her as she suspected some might, not taking her worries as those of an overactive mind still pumped full of adrenaline, her sub-conscience still craving excitement. But Lilysong desired no such thing. A craving for violence was a fantasy only the ignorant or foolish possessed, fuelled either by a need for adventure combined with a lack of understanding (as a pup may have) or a deeply rooted, unhealthy hatred caused by patriocity, naivety and anger. "Thank you" Lilysong uttered when the male volunteered his services, offering to survey the perimeter while suggesting she search the ruins. She was glad that he had given her something to do - it made her feel productive, useful and a little less like a paranoid pup chasing after shadows.
Lilysong passed over to the one of the crumbled structures occupying some of the space in the clearing, nosing around the thick shrubbery carefully as she approached. A faint grumble from Barkstripe's direction caught her attention and the pale furred female's ears perked up, her head swivelling around to face him as she prepared to make a friendly quip before something much more peculiar silenced her. Was that... humming? The clearing was alive with the buzzing of various bugs and creatures sheltering in the tall grasses and shrubbery, but this was something different entirely. This was tunefully, purposeful, and definitely not made by any insect. "Hello?" Lilysong called tentatively as she rounded the corner behind which she suspected the humming had originated from. Her green eyes quickly landed on the dark figure of the previously concealed SunClan she-wolf, the same she-wolf Lilysong had found herself locked in combat with at the border, her distinctive markings and abnormal grey eyes clear in the glow of the sun. Without a moments pause the female raised her voice, her strange greeting delivered in her unmistakable tongue reminding Lilysong of the name that accompanied her. Silverfern. On every other encounter (bar one) with this particular SunClan wolf, Silverfern had always appeared relaxed and at ease, even now after a battle, her attitude seemingly completely unaltered by the WindClan wolves' arrival. Lilysong was somewhat surprised to see no reaction from her whatsoever - she had always known SunClaners to be a feisty bunch, and given her current predicament, Lilysong would have expected her to be more defensive. That was, however, until she recalled a conversation that they had had beforehand when they first met at the Gathering. Back then, Silverfern had shared her lack of enthusiasm for unecassary conflict outside of the battlefield - a concept Lilysong very much agreed with -  and she knew that the female was unlikely attack, despite any residual anger that the stinging wounds may have left. Lilysong visibly relaxed and flashed a reserved smile at her company. "Not to attack me would be pretty nice." Lilysong replied, a quickness to her speech that betrayed the small shred of unease she still felt.  Lilysong twisted round and scanned the scenery for Barkstripe, seeking comfort in the knowledge that he was there as well. "Barkstripe?" She called, her tone light in order note to alarm him. "Over here." Lilysong was infinitely less confident of how Barkstripe would react to the SunClan wolf's presence, but was hopeful that he was just as opposed to start any conflict as the two females were. The last thing any of them needed now was anything so much as resembling violence.


OCC: apologies for any mistakes or if this doesn't read well but I had no time to proof read this particular post.


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31 Re: The Old Orchard on Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:09 am

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Lo and behold it was Lilysong from the gathering and the battle, how strange this was the third time they had come into contact. A place so far out of the clans territories was almost too much of a coincidence but what else could it be? The windclan wolf relaxed before her eyes, seeming to realize that Silver was not a threat, Lilysong did seem sensible enough to figure out that Silverfern had no intention of getting into a fight unless some unsavory comments were made about Sunclan. She was very protective of her clan, an ear flicked as Lilysong called for some joker named barkstripe although the name was familiar she didn't exactly go about memorizing names of wolves of other clans unless they were of some importance to her. Although she figured that Barkstripe was the name of the bloke Lilysong had come here to root, weren't there places on their own territory they could reproduce where they wouldn't disrupt her having a quiet moment? Of course the argument could be made that she could go find quiet on sunclan land. "Now why would i want to attack you Trev? You haven't gone around bad mouthing my clan in my presence today cuzzie, a friendly rivalry with you jokers over the ditch never did hurt anyone I guess mate. But I'd rather keep it all on the pitch fair and square aye" her strange way of speaking was something she did without even thinking much about it. Ignoring the complaints of her stomach, that was whining more than the pakeha at waitangi Silverfern considered the legacy of the clans. In away the other three clans were distant, like they were one single entity where wolves had travelled and left their home behind to create a new settlement. Journeying to a new land that could become home where they could start anew, oh sure Sunclan had accepted a couple of murderers, Mosseybreeze and Oakthorn. At least they'd done that of their own free will, she dimly remembered a story of one pack forcing its criminals to join a smaller pack that couldn't refuse them.  

Reminding herself that she wasn't on her own territory where she could go into thought without peril she blinked her unusual eyes and returned to the present. "Ya mate needs to rattle his dags a bit, taking his sweet time to turn up isn't he?" honestly everyone didn't know how lucky they were to own their own patch of paradise, she'd been around the block a bit and had seen the sorry state of some of the loners. Of course if one had grown up in the reasonable prosperity of the clans, how could one know how lucky they were? The world was a mess out there, and they were blasted lucky to be born into the clans. That thought sent her softly humming the tune of a song that went along those lines, her ma had taught her it and had always preached that they were lucky to be in the clan. "Although if you'll do forgive me for commenting on this i think i can say for myself and the local loners that this is not exactly the place for a good old fashioned root. Despite myself not being on my own clans land i just came here fora bit of quiet without the loud ever thudding paw steps of the local youths getting into trouble and disturbing me. That isn't to say that you have loud thudding paws just that, something as personal as what you're supposedly here to do is perhaps best on your own patch unless you were worried about the pups turning up in the middle of it" she didn't appear embarrassed at all because she wasn't, it was just a part of life and producing pups was very good for the health of the clan if it was of course not already over burdened with the patter of tiny paws.    [/color]


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"Kia Kaha"
"uh yeah.. gidday"
"She'll be right mate"
"A few logs short of a barbie"
"The world could use more Aroha"
"You're fluffin' about like an old chook!"
"up the boohai shooting pukeko's with a long-handled shovel"
"I've been internalizing a really complication situation in my head"


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32 Re: The Old Orchard on Fri Sep 23, 2016 10:15 pm

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Barkstripe hummed in effect of his furrowed brow. He found the activity of checking for scent markers in the flora quite unwinding, and it didn't hurt that he'd been shaded by the surrounding foliage. He could concentrate on something minor. None of his actions held consequence, and it eased up the pressure between his shoulder blades. He found himself in quiet bliss amongst his charade of purpose before Lilysong ushered him over, a spark of surprise at how far away it sounded. He paused in his ministrations, and replied. "Be there in a moment!" Disoriented, he glanced around at the swaying trees, before turning to pick his way past fallen fruit into the small glade. He spotted a blurry speck among the Twolegged debris. The sunlight radiated out from the meadow, momentarily blinding him and forcing him to squint. He opened his mouth to reply, but he paused, imagining Lilysong had found something to hunt. "Wonder what it is. Maybe the deer came by to graze." He thought, searching the clearing but finding nothing but the shape of Lilysong and a black figure in the grass. He raised a brow before beginning to inch forward. "Is it wounded?"

He began to snatch bits of the conversation. "Ya mate needs to rattle his dags a bit, taking his sweet time to turn up isn't he?" The warrior was suddenly wary and intrigued. It was a loner, "There's two of us and one of them. We should be fine if things get to that.", but the language was what really threw him for a loop."Well, it doesn't seem to be such a sweet time for you, ma'am." He said, a humorless smile on his muzzle, and taking a sniff of the wolf before recoiling. "Sunclan!" He shot a confused look at Lilysong, but she seemed to have relaxed before the she-wolf, looking more worried about his reaction. He clenched his jaw, shooting her an "Explanation-Later" glare and decidedly not long enough for an "I-Told-You-So" look before shifting his gaze back to the wolf.

He tilted his head, eyeing the strange markings for a split-second before meeting the Sunclanner's gaze. "Care to explain?" He shifted his jaw before changing his words. "I'm not her mate." He ground out, brushing off an attempt at conversation, most of his negativity suddenly aimed at the Sunclanner. "Why is she covered in blood?" He mentally sorted through the scents of the wolf, but only found Sunclan, Windclan, or more specifically, Lilysong, and blood on her person. Really, he was still reeling from the fact that Lilysong even seemed amicable, but them he flickered a gaze between their blood them before settling on the Sunclanner again. "......" His silence only grew more menacing as he came to his conclusion.


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33 Re: The Old Orchard on Sat Feb 11, 2017 2:00 pm

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To say that Lilysong was struggling to fully comprehend what Silverfern was implying would be an understatement. The unusual nature of her vocabulary was causing the female's expression to furrow as she tried to make sense of what Silverfern was insinuating. "Ya mate", "good old fashioned root"... She thought that they were hear to... The discomfit that arose around such as suggestion was apparent in every feature of Lilysong's face, her pinched expression twisting into a look of surprise as she fumbled with her words. Had any other wolf made such a suggestion she would have met it with a well mannered, humorous retort, but when looking at Silverfern the thought just made her fidgety and the ability to form coherent sentences became a distant thought. It was a reaction that embarrassed Lilysong a great deal, but she was powerless to stop it.
The awkward atmosphere that Lilysong could feel brewing was shattered by the arrival of Barkstripe's imposing figure. He didn't say much at first, but the fact that Barkstripe was forcibly containing himself was apparently obvious to Lilysong. The male made no unreasonably rude remarks as he arrived and assessed the situation, employing the minimal amount of civility to avoid sparking duress, but the venom contained in his glare betrayed how much he was roiling inside. Lilysong wasn't sure if she could offer him a satisfactory explanation for her behaviour. Not one that he would deem acceptable, anyway. SunClan was the enemy - they had caused harm to their Clanmates and their honour, inflicting damage that was in some ways irreparable - and whilst she knew that Silverfern was unlikely to spring, 'relaxed' was not the word one with an appropriate grasp of the situation would expect to be used to describe her current state. Of course Barkstripe had reacted in a sensible manner, but despite her better judgement she couldn't deny that she felt at ease. She knew full well that to continue entertaining such an attitude would be grievously ill-advised, especially in the presence of Barkstripe, but she couldn't help feeling that his reaction was unnecessary. Granted, he had likely never met Silverfern before and was thus unaware of her non-confrontational attitude, but the SunClan wolf clearly posed no immediate threat, a tuneful hum having died on her lips just seconds before. Lilysong had no intention of returning to the camp and the somber atmosphere that currently lingered there just yet, and so, with a feverish glance in Barkstripe's direction, Lilysong continued to converse with Silverfern. She had no idea how Barkstripe's would react, and held hope that maybe she could prove Silverfern's non-violent intentions to Barkstripe so that he may be more open-minded later on. "Barkstripe's correct - I think that you've interpreted this wrong." A sheepish smile danced on her muzzle as she made eye contact with the SunClan female. "Our intentions are completely innocent - a quiet spot to sit is all we came here to seek."


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34 Re: The Old Orchard on Sat Feb 18, 2017 3:08 am

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Observing the male closely as he made his grand appearance, the female remained relaxed and laid back despite the tension rolling off of him in waves. "Is that so, Mate?" Silver replied to Lilysongs words choosing to avoid answering the other windclan wolf in case the up tight appearing brute got a bee in his bonnet and decided it was time for round two. Black and silver with the strange fern marking on her side, Silver indeed cut an odd figure. Knowing quite well now that they had trouble understanding her use of mate, she used it again “Now now now mate, no need to flood the air with tension, relax a little. It seems neither Lilysong nor myself are interested in more conflict today”knowing he probably wouldn't she flicked an ear to the side somewhat distracted by a pretty bird call. What her clan mates would say if they turned up right at this moment was of no real interest to her, what was the point of constantly being at each others throats? It was tiring to no end, not to mention toxic, a grin drew onto her lips at the sheepish smile and explanation of lilysong,“By all means, sit and enjoy the warm sun and pleasant breeze” Lilysong appeared to her as a sensible well mannered she-wolf, using her thinking part of the brain instead of the jealous over protective brain most wolves from other clans used towards Sunclan. Perhaps it was true that Sunclan was made up of misfts, but she couldn't imagine herself fitting in anywhere else, the cheerful tune that had occupied her before they had appeared returned to her tongue, not one to hold back when it came to music she resumed humming the tune tail tip moving in time with it. [/color][/color]


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"Kia Kaha"
"uh yeah.. gidday"
"She'll be right mate"
"A few logs short of a barbie"
"The world could use more Aroha"
"You're fluffin' about like an old chook!"
"up the boohai shooting pukeko's with a long-handled shovel"
"I've been internalizing a really complication situation in my head"


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35 Re: The Old Orchard on Tue Feb 21, 2017 3:23 pm

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Silverfern's severe dismissal of Barkstripe's presence seemed like a tactical move rather than a personal one - the male practically oozed tension and she could only imagine that the SunClan female didn't want to risk sparking anything unpleasant. This was, in Lilysong's opinion, a respectable outlook to have, and did wonders to improve her opinion of their SunClan companion. After Lilysong's honest explanation of their intentions, Silverfern seemed more than happy to accommodate them, expressing as much and allowing an unfamiliar tune to once again rise from her throat. It is odd how the rumbling of one's voice, without so much as a whisper of a word, can transport you to a far off place (a memory, perhaps, or at least the whisper of a feeling). In this instance, Lilysong was reminded of not a specific memory, but rather a stage in her life. She remembered how, when she was a pup, her own mother would sing her unique lullabies as she lay in the nursery, her soothing voice healing the pain of a bad dream or the fear of the roaring wind outside. To Lilysong it had been like hearing the voice of an angel, but as a pup everything was astonishing to her for she had yet to experience anything else. Lilysong missed those days most dearly. She wished could remember the tune that accompanied her most cherished memories but time had, in its own cruel way, eroded away everything but the feeling of being loved. It was still a little piece of heaven in her mind.
Lilysong was snapped out of her daydream when she noticed Silverfern's reaction to the bird call in the clearing. The orchard was rich with berries and plentiful in prey, so much so that Lilysong considered it peculiar that it was not more popular with loners. Along with the obvious lack of loners physically present at this time, the orchard also held no detectable evidence that any loner had been here in some time. Perhaps there was more to this orchard than met the eye. Perhaps the presence of the abandoned two-leg building was too unnerving for many to be comfortable here. To Lilysong, however, it really seemed like a little piece of paradise.
Infinitely curious as she was (perhaps more than would be considered polite) Lilysong inquired as to the origin of Silverfern's tune. "That's an interesting tune, mate." A good natured smile accompanied her obvious jab at Silverfern's odd language. "You're quite the composer. Did you come up with that yourself?"


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